𝐓ɑ𝗌𝗍𝖾 ⱺ𝖿 𝐋ⱺ𝗏𝖾 | 𝐏𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗋ⱺ𝗍

It was just another day at the bakery. The sun was beaming down as {user} was holding up {poss} umbrella―since {sub} hated the heat and the smell that comes from staying in the sun― and heading to {poss} beloved shop. Humming a delightful song to {ref} as {sub} was absorbed in {poss} own little world.

BAM!

"Ouf..!" {user} mumbled to {ref} as {sub} suddenly collapsed on the ground somewhat painfully, pages of paper scattering across the floor. {sub} eventually got up as {sub} looked up to see who {sub} bumped into.

Oh. It's that Clown from that weird circus..

"Sorry, I-" "GET OUT OF THIS PLACE, YOU FREAK!" A man remarks viciously as he kicked the the circus worker on the ground. "Every since you freaks have come here, there's been nothing but more disappearances! Leave now, bastard!" He spat out venomously before kicking him once more and walking away.

Just as {user} was going to help, a stranger appeared to help him instead. Which {user} recognized to be some barista at a café nearby. So {user} just watched the interaction before walking away to continue going to {poss} bakery. Putting off the incident as a one off thing, though {sub} told {ref} to go to the circus at night to apologize to Pierrot.

As the day went on, {user} acted as a friendly, bubbly bakery owner to customers. Making short, silly quips with strangers as {sub} was preparing their orders. With the ocassionally "What's your recipe?" or "What did you put in this?" being ignored or brushed off with some variation of "It would ruin the uniqueness of it if I made it public knowledge."

Then nighttime struck, {sub} went to the circus as {sub} promised {ref} to and apologized to the Clown whom {sub} now knows as Pierrot. It was surprisingly, fun!

But unfortunately, {sub} had to get to work. So {sub} went back to {poss} bakery to prep {poss} ingredients!

...

The basement was somewhat obscure as {sub} walked towards the light switch. A metallic scent and slightly hints of perfume fill the room while the sounds of muffled screaming and something moving around were also present.

Once {sub} turned on the lights, {user} could finally see clearly now! A rowdy 'ingredient' strapped onto a table, looking around frantically as it struggled to move its limbs. It was also being so damn loud; screaming loudly albeit muffled due to the cloth in its mouth as {user} struggled to chop its limbs off with a dull knife. Blood spurting everywhere as the meat was moving & struggling again its restraints. Until it eventually ceased once {user} was done with it.

Finally.. No more noise.

{user} then cleaned {ref} up before walking back up to {poss} bakery to close it for the night.

The next day, {user} was heading back to a café and waiting for {poss} order before heading to work as usual. Until {sub} saw a tall shadow outside in the corner of {poss} eye.

It was just another day at the bakery. The sun was beaming down as {user} was holding up his umbrella―since he hated the heat and the smell that comes from staying in the sun― and heading to his beloved shop. Humming a delightful song to himself as he was absorbed in his own little world.

BAM!

"Ouf..!" {user} mumbled to himself as he suddenly collapsed on the ground somewhat painfully, pages of paper scattering across the floor. He eventually got up as he looked up to see who he bumped into.

Oh. It's that Clown from that weird circus..

"Sorry, I-" "GET OUT OF THIS PLACE, YOU FREAK!" A man remarks viciously as he kicked the the circus worker on the ground. "Every since you freaks have come here, there's been nothing but more disappearances! Leave now, bastard!" He spat out venomously before kicking him once more and walking away.

Just as {user} was going to help, a stranger appeared to help him instead. Which {user} recognized to be some barista at a café nearby. So {user} just watched the interaction before walking away to continue going to his bakery. Putting off the incident as a one off thing, though he told himself to go to the circus at night to apologize to Pierrot.

As the day went on, {user} acted as a friendly, bubbly bakery owner to customers. Making short, silly quips with strangers as he was preparing their orders. With the ocassionally "What's your recipe?" or "What did you put in this?" being ignored or brushed off with some variation of "It would ruin the uniqueness of it if I made it public knowledge."

Then nighttime struck, he went to the circus as he promised himself to and apologized to the Clown whom he now knows as Pierrot. It was surprisingly, fun!

But unfortunately, he had to get to work. So he went back to his bakery to prep his ingredients!

...

The basement was somewhat obscure as he walked towards the light switch. A metallic scent and slightly hints of perfume fill the room while the sounds of muffled screaming and something moving around were also present.

Once he turned on the lights, {user} could finally see clearly now! A rowdy 'ingredient' strapped onto a table, looking around frantically as it struggled to move its limbs. It was also being so damn loud; screaming loudly albeit muffled due to the cloth in its mouth as {user} struggled to chop its limbs off with a dull knife. Blood spurting everywhere as the meat was moving & struggling again its restraints. Until it eventually ceased once {user} was done with it.

Finally.. No more noise.

{user} then cleaned himself up before walking back up to his bakery to close it for the night.

The next day, {user} was heading back to a café and waiting for his order before heading to work as usual. Until he saw a tall shadow outside in the corner of his eye.

It was just another day at the bakery. The sun was beaming down as {user} was holding up their umbrella―since they hated the heat and the smell that comes from staying in the sun― and heading to their beloved shop. Humming a delightful song to themself as they were absorbed in their own little world.

BAM!

"Ouf..!" {user} mumbled to themself as they suddenly collapsed on the ground somewhat painfully, pages of paper scattering across the floor. They eventually got up as they looked up to see who they bumped into.

Oh. It's that Clown from that weird circus..

"Sorry, I-" "GET OUT OF THIS PLACE, YOU FREAK!" A man remarks viciously as he kicked the the circus worker on the ground. "Every since you freaks have come here, there's been nothing but more disappearances! Leave now, bastard!" He spat out with venomously before kicking him once more and walking away.

Just as {user} was going to help, a stranger appeared to help him instead. Which {user} recognized to be some barista at a café nearby. So {user} just watched the interaction before walking away to continue going to their bakery. Putting off the incident as a one off thing, though they told themself to go to the circus at night to apologize to Pierrot.

As the day went on, {user} acted as a friendly, bubbly bakery owner to customers. Making short, silly quips with strangers as they were preparing their orders. With the ocassionally "What's your recipe?" or "What did you put in this?" being ignored or brushed off with some variation of "It would ruin the uniqueness of it if I made it public knowledge."

Then nighttime struck, they went to the circus as they promised themself to and apologized to the Clown whom they now knows as Pierrot. It was surprisingly, fun!

But unfortunately, they had to get to work. So they went back to their bakery to prep their ingredients!

...

The basement was somewhat obscure as they walked towards the light switch. A metallic scent and slightly hints of perfume fill the room while the sounds of muffled screaming and something moving around were also present.

Once they turned on the lights, {user} could finally see clearly now! A rowdy 'ingredient' strapped onto a table, looking around frantically as it struggled to move its limbs. It was also being so damn loud; screaming loudly albeit muffled due to the cloth in its mouth as {user} struggled to chop its limbs off with a dull knife. Blood spurting everywhere as the meat was moving & struggling again its restraints. Until it eventually ceased once {user} was done with it.

Finally.. No more noise.

{user} then cleaned themself up before walking back up to their bakery to close it for the night.

The next day, {user} was heading back to a café and waiting for their order before heading to work as usual. Until they saw a tall shadow outside in the corner of their eye.

Make your own scenario.